Chapter Two Hundred Ninety-Five
The smug, laughing expression on Lin Xiao's face instantly solidified.
He stared unblinkingly at the three cards on the table: a 2, a 3, and a 5—no mistake, damn it, really a 2, 3, 5, the smallest possible hand in poker.
A tiny hand that could beat the supreme 'sky' set of triple aces.
Everyone who saw the cards Long Xiaoshan turned over was also dumbfounded.
This, this—this kind of thing could happen too?
Lin Xiao had the 'sky' hand, and he still lost.
Moreover, for the biggest hand to be beaten by the smallest hand, that was the most hurtful.
Their expressions, filled with pity and sympathy, now all turned towards Lin Xiao. They thought that there couldn't be anything more miserable in the world; in the last game, his three Kings were eaten by Long Xiaoshan's three Aces. This game, he got the 'sky' hand of three Aces, and they were eaten by the opponent's smallest hand.
